An Unholy Alliance Amidst Ruins (Part I)

In the depths of the crumbling cathedrals, the stench of rot mingles with the lingering perfume of incense. Here, among the bones of the faithful, I found myself drawn to an unlikely companion – a creature cloaked in shadow, its visage a mockery of the divine. Our paths had crossed many times over the centuries, always entwined in the web of deceit and betrayal. Yet here, in this godsforsaken place, we formed an uneasy alliance, both driven by the same insatiable hunger for vengeance.

We prowled the ruins together, hunting down the remnants of the Church Militant, leaving naught but carnage in our wake. Their holy relics fell to my axe, each blow a sacrilege, a spit in the eye of the gods they once worshipped. Together, we brought the temple to its knees, laughing maniacally as it collapsed under the weight of its sins.

But even in the midst of our triumph, I sensed the malevolence seething just below the surface of my spectral ally. We shared common enemies, but our goals diverged, leading us along separate paths toward oblivion. Still, for those brief moments, united in violence, I felt a strange kinship with the being that called itself Azrael, the Grim Reaper himself. What fate binds two such outcasts, I cannot say, but I know that our dance of death is far from finished.

And so, the Hellion and the Harbinger part ways, for now, our quests intertwining only momentarily. As I depart, I leave behind a trail of ash and bone, a testament to the fury of the damned. Let the righteous tremble, for the day of reckoning looms closer still, and the flames of Hellion's vengeance burn brighter than the stars themselves.